bros, _Geschichte der Musik_, 1862.

[6] _Cf_. Pliny, _Nat. Hist._, vii. 174.

[7] Frazer, _The Golden Bough_, vol. i., p. 254.

[8] Meredith, _The Shaving of Shagpat_.

[9] Anatole France, _Le Puits de Sainte Claire_.

[10] Quoted by Grimm, _Teutonic Mythology_, vol. 2, p. 845.

[11] Stoufenb., 1126.

[12] _Cf_. in Scandinavia the death-goddess Hel.

[13] Romain Rolland, _Jean Christophe_.

[14] Ella d'Arcy, _Modern Instances_.

[15] Dr. Friedrich Wilhelm Schwarzlose, _Die Waffen der alten
Araber, aus ihren Dichtern dargestellt_.

[16] Pope, _Iliad_, xx. 577.

THE DIWAN OF ABU'L-ALA

I

Abandon worship in the mosque and shrink
From idle prayer, from sacrificial sheep,
For Destiny will bring the bowl of sleep
Or bowl of tribulation--you shall drink.

II

The scarlet eyes of Morning are pursued
By Night, who growls along the narrow lane;
But as they crash upon our world the twain
Devour us and are strengthened for the feud.

III

Vain are your dreams of marvellous emprise,
Vainly you sail among uncharted spaces,
Vainly seek harbour in this world of faces
If it has been determined otherwise.

IV

Behold, my friends, there is reserved for me
The splendour of our traffic with the sky:
You pay your court to Saturn, whereas I
Am slain by One far mightier than he.

V

You that must travel with a weary load
Along this darkling, labyrinthine street--
Have men with torches at your head and feet
If you would pass the dangers of the road.

VI

So shall you find all armour incomplete
And open to the whips of circumstance,
That so shall you be girdled of mischance
Till you be folded in the winding-sheet.

VII

Have conversation with the wind that goes
Bearing a pack of loveliness and pain:
The golden exultation of the grain
And the last, sacred whisper of the rose

VIII

But if in some enchanted garden bloom
The rose imperial that will not fade,
Ah! shall I go with desecrating spade
And underneath her glories build a tomb?

IX

Shall I that am as dust upon the plain
Think with unloosened hurricanes to fight?
Or shall I that was ravished from the night
Fall on the bosom of the night again?

X

Endure! and if you rashly would unfold
That manuscript whereon our lives are traced,
Recall the stream which carols thro' the waste
And in the dark is rich with alien gold.

XI

Myself did linger by the ragged beach,
W